Summer Ever After

the day with a full crew. I feel like this is a good icebreaker to introduce Roman to my sister.

“So I don’t want to be an ass and say something I shouldn’t, is there anything I need to know?” Roman sits in the passenger seat, leaning back as I drive down the 710 directly toward the marina.

“I’m pretty sure Leah will let you know if you’re being an ass, but she’s surprisingly open with her cancer diagnosis.” The sun is bright and I’m driving my car with the top down. It’s a hot, clear day for October. The last time we were on a boat, our trip was cut short, so I’m looking forward to this time with Roman.

“Am I still not allowed to throw douche-canoe overboard?”

Laughing, I shrug because it’s an apt description of Lucas. “Roman, you’re the captain. You can do whatever the fuck you want on your boat.” I glance over at him and he nods at me to keep my eyes on the road.

“Technically, I’m not the captain today, but I think I will christen the yacht with your sweet ass, Abby.”

I shiver thinking about all the delicious ways I want Roman to take me and push the one remaining chink in the armor deep down. His arm reaches over the headrest of the seat and plays with my shorn curls as we continue driving south.

Pulling up to the marina, we meet Lucas and Leah sitting in my sister’s convertible, the top also down.

“Hey, Abs!” Lucas gets out of the car like he owns it and does nothing to help my sister, who’s still weak from a chemo treatment, out of the car. Instead, Roman walks over and opens her door, offering his arm to her. None of this surprises me and I don’t understand what I saw in Lucas to begin with.

“You jackass.” I hit him in the chest and walk over to my sister and Roman, who have already made their introductions. Lucas just stands the obliviously.

“I like him, Abby.” Leah squeezes Roman’s muscular arm with a weakened smile, her head covered with a scarf and a fashionable hat. Roman offers me his other arm and we walk side by side, the three of us, to the boat. Lucas practically yaps at our heels like an annoying dog.

“So is it true you actually designed this boat and built it?” Lucas runs his hands over the railing and watching him makes it feel a bit perverted.

Roman helps Leah to a comfortable seating area on the deck with fresh fruit and cheeses to snack on before answering. “I did the hull design, but I worked with someone else to complete the interior finishing. Mostly, I work on the engine design first and build outward from there with custom work.”

“I bet this baby goes for a cool million, huh?” Lucas looks around the boat, mouth practically salivating. Leah and I exchange a look, wondering what either of us was thinking.

Roman covers his mouth, coughing before responding, “Actually, I sold this boat for about three and a half million. The owner and I are good friends.” Lucas’ face drops, probably from counting all the dollar signs and decimal points, greedy jerk.

“Lucas, honey, come and stuff your mouth with some food. You’re attracting flies, dear.” Leah pats the seat next to her and Lucas follows like a hound. Their heads nod together in conversation and Roman motions for me to follow him to the upper deck outside.

I walk up the staircase with him hot on my heels. “I’m sorry he’s such an idiot. We shouldn’t have invited him.” He backs me into a corner on the deck, his arms braces around me. I have no worries about falling overboard in Roman’s arms.

“It’s all right. I have a feeling your sister might toss him over before I get the chance to, though.” He fingers my hair, cupping my cheek in the process.

“So what did my sister say to you when you helped her out of the car?”

He shrugs and continues to massage the back of my head, the feeling distracting me from pressing him further. “Just girl stuff, you know.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my exposed shoulder. As he slips his finger under the skinny strap of my dress, I swallow my response.

“Mmm–hmm,” I murmur as his tongue snakes up my neck to a delicate spot he’s never ventured before. The combination of the yacht leaving port, the cool breeze, and his wet tongue stroking my skin leaves my nerve endings exposed.

“Lift your leg, Abigail.” I don’t bother fighting the automatic response. We’re alone on the deck, the railing keeps my ass from being exposed, and Roman is standing in front of me. He hooks my leg high on his hip and cups me through my dress. I pull the fabric up to give him what he wants and a finger slides deep between my wet folds.

“Roman.” Panting, my voice is pleading as he slips inside me, slowly pumping his finger. His thumb circles my clit slowly, using the moisture to keep the friction slick and steady.

“I want to fuck you on this boat.” There’s a desperation in him I’ve never heard before.

“Yes, I want you.” We both want this and I’ll give him anything he asks of me.

“You can feel the engine purr once we break into open water.” He keeps pumping slowly and I have no idea what he means about the engine purring until the boat leaves the marina.

“Please, Roman.” I reach for the zipper of his cargo shorts and he uses his arm to push my hand away.

“Not this time, princess.” I feel the vibration of the smooth engine hum all the way up the column of the boat as it changes gear, or whatever it is that boats do. The sensation hits a nerve in my back as he presses me deep against the wall. Needing something to hold onto, I grab his shoulders and he fingers me deep, his thumb pressing my hot swollen button. As he rubs a tight circle over the magic spot, I see stars burst behind my tightly shut eyes, and Roman holds me as the orgasm leaves me limp and wilted like a rose too long with water.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can’t believe I waited this long,” we say simultaneously, laughing. He slips his fingers from me and licks each digit like an ice cream cone. I return the favor by cupping him through his pants, squeezing his hard cock.